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Shannie and I waited for this stranger's account "You see, Lee took off after Mitchell, he knew Goddaht into a uy, but not fast enough, I used to kid hih to catch Mitchell So, when Mitchell goes and gets his ass blown apart stepping on thata heavy, opened up in the direction of the explosion Poor Lee probably never knehat hit 'em Probably was dead before he hit the dirt, poor bastard I knoas dead when I got to him, and that was a half-ernails digging into ood He had to be good and scared, you knohat I'? He had to be scared to death You see ru 'round that the Iraqis were co overhead, explosions and ure out the shadoere running away frounner," Shannie said

"All I'ot to live with it Till the day he dies, he's got to live with knowing he killed one of his own, killed one of us, you knohat I' to save another one of us He took out a hero; took out a brother, you knohat I' for hihts 'bout himself then you, or any of us can ever feel 'bout him

"He's still an asshole," Shannie snarled

"Wouldn't expect you to feel any different," Calvin answered, exhaling as he studied the Washington Monu, h, but you ain't in the business of knowing you pulled the trigger, knowing that you killed one of your own I can't begrudge the gunner He knows he killed one of his own, you gotta know he's burning in his own personal hell, you knohat I', in a convoluted way I felt like I pulled the trigger My grandfather's war stories He hypnotized Count with them I never heard Count ot hold of his ear Count told , ere sitting in thebeers, "…because you moved in I met your Grandfather If I hadn't met your Grandfather, I wouldn't have been interested in the Arure"